11:11

I think I've started writing at a similar time at some point in the past.

Time (and by extension clocks) are so repetitive it's boring. Not repetitive interesting like a tesselation or two opposing mirrors though - that should be clear.

I have friends I want to visit but dont know how to. In my mind they are brave souls who greet life with a smile and say charmed life as much as I am now prone to do. And while I worry about such petty things about school and people they should know I worry about them - friends. That although my back can't tolerate more than 10 hours in bed theirs might just have to for spells at a time. It's the thing about friendship, I see them once a week if I'm lucky but inevitably I'm the one who feels like the needy one though they should be the ones with a complete get out of jail card. Testament to who's stronger despite the fact that I'm over 200 pounds and 6ft6.

7 hugs. Some of them awkward, some of them real. One of them has that weird end of it where it's almost like you're reticent about ending it and your right arm outstretched lingers in the direction of her outstretched left arm. One given in a bout of emotion. So maybe it's more like a 14, I blame my warmth-driven culture and call it a day.

Blue October. Red October. And November is a day not a month and it's spent in celebration in some parts of my world while in utter concern about things that happened over 20 years ago (Tlaltelolco). And if you want an interesting thought then realize that if you are reading this you are most likely not a Baby Boomer, not part of Generation X but a part of Generation Me.

I'd like to think that the Me stands for Millenium because we were infinitely blessed with luck to be born at just the right time to see it. A sinking part of me has the rising suspicion that it's actually meant to point to our egotistical view of the world. Thank god for blogging, tweeting and bbery updates. Status messages. Away messages. Hotkeys and all that other good stuff. At least we can now stream live video onto the internet.

GenMe is one with a work to live focus but we also have a sense of self-entitlement. A sense that we are on the right path to success independent of whether there are cobble stones or pavement. We need more supervision. I guess that's why I study management.

And for now dear friend, i leave you with a long-winded departing shot that's more like a canon filled with ball bearings. Though I feel like I'm so blessed and so lucky I wish I could get a cleansing (not the magical kind) but one that would rid me of petty worries and leave me with those I care about. I hope the tangled mess of lines and dotted dashes that spells out the rest of my life will inevitably keep those I hold near and dear to my heart in a tightly wrapped cocoon of what I hope is love.

Paz.